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At first look, he appeared dead.
I saw him, lying atop the frozen branch, very still; the gray tail, sheltering his small body.
I wondered, had he placed it there intentionally, as his body cooled,
Or was it just the wind that left it so.
Saddened and not wanting to intrude, I shifted my glasses to watch the birds at the feeder.
Many had survived the storms icy grip and were now feeding, as if making up for lost time.
My spirits rose, seeing the birds enjoying their meal and yet ---
The days warmth was thawing the ice from the trees sagging limbs.
It was coming down like icy spears, impaling the snow below.
From the corner of my eye, amid the falling ice; I saw a flash of gray.
Perhaps a blue jay coming late, to the party?
No, it was gray, I saw, not blue.
There it was again! I trained my glasses where I had seen the gray body in repose along the hickory limb,
It was no longer there, had it fallen with the melting ice? Had the wind dislodged his frozen grip?
And then I saw him, his tail hoisted like a proud flag; jumping from limb to limb in long graceful leaps
He appeared to be in a state of ecstasy, posing atop a stubby branch, watching his own tail, twitching back and forth.
His speed from limb to limb grew to a reckless pitch, until finally his energy was sapped.
When I saw him last he was sunning himself on a long high branch; through the glasses he appeared to be smiling.
I swear, I have never seen a happier squirrel in all my days.
Watching this little guy made my day and I wanted to share it with you,
Fred
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I saw him, lying atop the frozen branch, very still; the gray tail, sheltering his small body.
I wondered, had he placed it there intentionally, as his body cooled,
Or was it just the wind that left it so.
Saddened and not wanting to intrude, I shifted my glasses to watch the birds at the feeder.
Many had survived the storms icy grip and were now feeding, as if making up for lost time.
My spirits rose, seeing the birds enjoying their meal and yet ---
The days warmth was thawing the ice from the trees sagging limbs.
It was coming down like icy spears, impaling the snow below.
From the corner of my eye, amid the falling ice; I saw a flash of gray.
Perhaps a blue jay coming late, to the party?
No, it was gray, I saw, not blue.
There it was again! I trained my glasses where I had seen the gray body in repose along the hickory limb,
It was no longer there, had it fallen with the melting ice? Had the wind dislodged his frozen grip?
And then I saw him, his tail hoisted like a proud flag; jumping from limb to limb in long graceful leaps
He appeared to be in a state of ecstasy, posing atop a stubby branch, watching his own tail, twitching back and forth.
His speed from limb to limb grew to a reckless pitch, until finally his energy was sapped.
When I saw him last he was sunning himself on a long high branch; through the glasses he appeared to be smiling.
I swear, I have never seen a happier squirrel in all my days.
Watching this little guy made my day and I wanted to share it with you,
Fred
to my delight.
